Aesop sighed softly. I am the only son of my father. I have been away from my hometown for almost 60 years. I am afraid there are no relatives there. I just want to see my hometown and find the feeling of returning to my roots. My father is a businessman, and he often takes me with him when he goes out. I spent a lot of time in Yalun City when I was a child. This is the most representative city-state of the Hilton United Kingdom. You might as well stay in Yalun City for a few more days. There are many situations here that are different from the countries on the continent. "The carriage continued to move forward under the guidance of Aesop. After arriving at the Hilton United Kingdom, Medanzo did not continue to sit in the carriage with Aesop. He got a horse outside the city and rode beside the carriage. Medanzo was handsome and dignified. He looked like a bodyguard that Aesop had hired with a lot of money. On the contrary, Amon, who was driving the carriage, looked inconspicuous.
While walking through the streets and alleys of Yalun City, Medanzo looked around and nodded to the young girls and wives who were staring at him. When they reached a place where there was no one around, he asked Aesop, "In my opinion, Yalun City is only equivalent to a small city-state.
Ya Lun City was only equivalent to a small city-state, but it appeared to be very rich. The aristocrats were very leisurely, while the civilians were very busy.
According to the discussion of their citizen representatives in the city's conference hall, they attach great importance to trade with the outside world. Not only do they ask the states that have joined the alliance to open trade, but the rich merchants also use various ways to earn the interests of the states. The citizen representatives here are also not willing to strictly investigate the improper profits of their rich merchants outside. "
Aesop explained, "This place is backed by the mountains and the sea. There is no large piece of flat land that can be farmed. There are a lot of materials that need to be imported. Moreover, the rulers here are mostly shrewd merchants, like the people of Tuleng City. They are more willing to engage in higher-value work in exchange for more wealth with limited labor. Yalun is a trade transit station between the Kingdom of Biddon and the other countries of the continent. It is a center. Half of the city's own income comes from the profits of maritime trade. Many people here are also very knowledgeable. " Medanzo: "Hearing you say that, I remember back then, I carried things that I didn't have in the mountains and ran to the Link tribe to trade Damasc steel embryos. What do the people here trade with the outside world?"
Aesop: "The most important product here is olive oil. The nearby mountains are not suitable for farming grains, but they are very suitable for growing olive trees. The olive oil produced by Yalun City is very expensive and is sold all over the continent. The staff in the hands of their city's patron, Yalun Na, is an olive branch. They also exported wine, pottery, and marble. They also mined for silver and minted silver coins and all kinds of handicrafts.
As for the other goods on the continent, including Eygut's papyrus, spices, Hittite, and Bablon's wood, cloth, and all kinds of grains, they import them not only for their own use but also for resale to the other cities for profit.
In this city, some people are very leisurely, chatting every day in the shrine square, while others are very busy, often sailing on the sea, trading in the trading houses. "
Amon, who had been squinting his eyes all this time, spoke again, "I saw the seaside outside the city. There were people with stones in their mouths, talking incessantly to the empty sea. They were not praying, but calling and encouraging something. They did not have a clear belief, preaching irrelevant or contradictory theories."
Amon used detection magic to see the scene in the distance outside the city. Aesop smiled and explained: "Those are orators and sophists. They are training their tongues."
Medanzo asked: "What are they doing this for?"
Aesop replied: "In a city like this, to be able to preach a variety of views and be accepted by the people is one of the most important skills. Didn't you hear the discussions in the city council? Sometimes whether a proposal is passed or not depends not entirely on the proposal itself, but on who and how to preach it. Merchants often hire professional orators to put forward proposals that benefit them, so some people think that oratory and sophistry is one of the greatest skills in the world.
Amon asked with interest: "This is indeed a very interesting place. Apart from the orators, who do you think is the most unique person in the city?"
Aesop replied: "There are sages and wise men. The so-called sages are not necessarily wise, but they like to ask all kinds of questions and try to answer them. They also travel to different places to learn all kinds of knowledge. The so-called wise men are not necessarily full of wisdom, but they are good at questioning and questioning, trying to refute any known knowledge. These people often gather in the shrine square, preaching to passersby or asking questions to the people. That is the most lively place in Yarun. "
Amon smiled: "Successful sages and wise men should also be outstanding orators. To be able to clearly present the thoughts of the soul, allowing the listener to understand the deep thoughts, is also a kind of achievement. But if one ignores the things they preach, and uses sophistry to achieve their goals, then they will become another kind of person.
As for doubting all knowledge, it can also make people think, what is innate, what is created by people? But merely questioning without giving an answer is useless. Even if the answer isn't perfect, it's just like how mortals are unable to ascertain whether there are gods in this world, but they can sense the existence of divinity in human nature. "
Aesop replied: "You are my god." Amon smiled: "In Yarun City, I was only your driver.
While they were talking, the carriage stopped in front of an inn. In front of the inn was a tavern and a public bathroom, a place for people to drink and chat. In the courtyard behind, there were rooms for people to stay in. Aesop said: "Decades have passed, although the appearance of this place has changed a lot, but it is still an inn."
Medanzo asked: "Aesop, why do you want to stay here? There are many places to stay on the way here."
Aesop sighed. "Please be considerate of an old man like me! The last time I went out to sea with my father, I stayed here in Yarun City. Although they are not the same inn, I can still find the breath of memories. "Medanzo jumped off the horse and helped Aesop alight from the carriage. He shouted:" Guards! Prepare the best room for my master, we want to stay. "
Amon heard Aesop say "breath of memories" and looked at his back as he walked into the inn. He quietly launched an incredible magic in his soul. This magic was similar to the legendary Great Prophecy, which was said to only be performed by the gods. And the supreme mages on earth could barely see the mystery of it. It was one of the highest realms of message magic, the Tracing Magic.
He saw a scene in his soul. Aesop became only sixteen years old, overlapping with the back of Aesop in front of him. He walked into another inn with his father, which was in the same place now.
Aesop was very rich and could afford to live in the best room. He also had majestic guards and honest and capable coachmen with him. He looked like an old nouveau riche who had returned from an adventure on the continent. The innkeeper's attitude was very respectful. He always greeted them with a smile, but in addition to envy, there was also a little jealousy and even disdain in his heart.
The people around saw Aesop more or less had the same mentality. Amon felt it clearly, and Aesop himself probably also understood it very well. But the old man was calm. The three of them settled down in Ya Lun City. It was an ordinary place, and there was nothing special about it.
Amon had specifically told Medanzo that this was the realm of the Olympian gods. Although he had not made any explicit agreement with Zeus, it was tantamount to entering someone else's oracle without permission. In order to abide by the agreement between the various Divine Branches and not cause any unexpected conflicts, he wouldn't show any miracles or use any Divine Power here. Moreover, Medanzo also had to be careful not to act as a Divine Envoy.
Did Zeus and the Olympian gods know that Amon had come to Jaren? Amon couldn't be sure because he didn't feel like he was being watched or locked on.
He was also a Lord God, so he knew very well that if the masses behaved in a normal manner, they would not attract the special attention of the gods in the divine territory. He had come here only to hear, to see,
To feel it, as an ordinary coachman.
The next day, Amon came to the famous temple square of Ya Lun, which was located in the "High City" of Ya Lun. The reason why it was called the High City was because there were three hills here, and its geographical position was relatively high, overlooking the port by the sea. On the top of the hill in the middle stood the famous Virgin Temple, which was dedicated to the patron goddess of Ya Lun City, Yalena. She was the Goddess of Wisdom, Goddess of War, and Goddess of Virgins in the Olympian Pantheon.
Amon didn't want to enter the temple and attract the attention of the gods, so he just stood in the square and looked into the distance. He couldn't help but nod in admiration. The outline of the magnificent marble building couldn't be seen in a straight line. The four walls were slightly curved, and all the pillars were slightly curved inwards. Although the huge stone building was very heavy, it looked light and agile. The temple building was also the crystallization of people's wisdom.
As Amon was looking into the distance in the square, someone suddenly came over and asked, "Are you a foreigner?" Amon nodded and replied, "Yes, I'm a foreign driver."
This person didn't come to question Amon's identity, but seemed to be looking for someone to talk to. He then asked, "You're looking at the temple, may I ask if you believe in the gods?"
This question made it hard for Amon to answer, so he could only smile and said, "I'm sensing my soul.
When I do, I can witness the existence of the gods. "
At this time, there was already a group of people in twos and threes watching the show. The person continued to ask, "Oh, how did you witness the existence of the gods? Did you see the statues in the temple, or did you hear the voices of the gods? Have you seen the gods themselves? Even if you heard their voices, how do you know that it wasn't an illusion? Even if you saw someone who claimed to be the gods, how do you prove that they are the gods? " Amon frowned slightly. The atmosphere here was rather open. There were actually people openly questioning the existence of the gods in the plaza of the shrine, and casually asking a question to a stranger on the side of the road. There were even people waiting to watch the show. Amon asked, "Then do you believe that the gods in the temple exist?"
The person replied, "This question is too complicated, and the lifespan of humans is too short. I can't be sure if there are gods in this world." …
Amon asked again, "Then why are you asking me this question? Are you hoping to get an answer from me?"
Seeing that more people had gathered around, the person became spirited. He spread his arms wide and said loudly, "Passersby, I'm just asking a question. What yardstick do we use to measure everything in this world? Is it the will of the gods? No! Whether something is right or wrong, good or bad, it all depends on the desires and needs of people. Isn't that what you think in your heart? "
Some of the onlookers nodded in agreement, but the person changed the topic and said, "Then do you think that your desires and needs should be correct? Does the truth exist? People of Ya Lun City, the truth of the world is not decided by a referendum or by counting the number of people. If you believe in the former point of view, can you vote in the citizens' assembly to decide whether the gods exist or not?
The person raised two arguments in succession, and some of the spectators were already dumbfounded by the questions. Amon replied with a smile, "The temple stands here, and the people here have already expressed their choice in their own way. Since you want to discuss the topic of existence today, you might as well ask your question. In fact, what you want to ask is if the gods exist, what kind of existence should they be? To be honest, this is the first time I've encountered such a debate. May I ask for your name? "
The person replied with his chest puffed out, "My name is Parmenides. Foreigner, could it be that you are also a traveling sage? Please answer another question for me. Can you tell me what doesn't exist? Can you describe things that are beyond the realm of thought and perception? When you think of something and use words to say it, there must be a corresponding thing. Can you really say something that doesn't exist? "
Amon smiled again, "I think you've already answered your question. Why do people think? This is the meaning of the awakening of spiritual intelligence. They can imagine, yearn, abstract intuitive knowledge into the vow of the soul, and find their own existence in the complex world. One of the answers to this question is the gods you mentioned. Although you have been questioning the gods, you are also hypothesizing them. " Parmenides couldn't help but blink. He often pulled people to debate in the square, but he didn't expect this inconspicuous foreign driver to have such a response.
Amon looked at him, and his eyes passed through Parmenides' figure and looked at the whole square. He quietly cast a tracing magic again, and as if witnessing the flow of time in his soul, he saw the "breath of memory" in the square. Countless people were talking about all kinds of topics here.
Finally, the god's eyes stopped at a certain scene. It was a few decades ago, when an old man stopped a passer-by in the same place and asked a question.
The old man was bloated and wore a stained robe, but his muscles and blood vessels were abnormally strong. He turned out to be a supreme warrior. His hair was messy, and he had a bulbous nose. He didn't look very handsome, and he wore thin clothes on a cold day, but he didn't feel cold at all. He asked the passer-by, "Do people have souls? If they do, can they be immortal? If they can be immortal, then what kind of existence is an immortal soul?
Why can people have an immortal soul, and why do people refuse to recognize it?
What is the difference between one olive and another olive? Why is one cat not another cat?
If your answer is that the color and pattern of the fur are different, then what is the cause of this difference? Honorable lord, under your robe, what is the difference between your flesh and blood and the passing driver?
If you both go to a faraway place that no one knows, or your parents exchange babies at birth, how can you prove that you are nobler than him?
Please answer another question, what is noble in this world? " Amon activated his magic and saw the scene in his memory. With a smile on his face, he asked a series of questions that the old man had asked, wanting to see how Parmenides, who was standing in the same position in the square, would react.
Parmenides's expression changed, and he suddenly asked, "Who are you, are you also from Plato Academy?"
A frightened voice in the crowd shouted, "Oh my god, Socrates, he's been possessed by the soul of Socrates!"
For some reason, the crowd suddenly dispersed, and in front of Amon was a surprised Parmenides. Amon smiled and asked again, "Let's go back to your question. If I said I was a god, would you believe me?" Parmenides let out a long sigh, as if he had calmed down, and asked, "Does it matter whether I believe you or not?" Amon pointed to the temple in the distance, "It depends on what kind of god people want. Whether you believe me or not, I'm standing in front of you. Perhaps it won't change anything for me, and it won't change anything for you. Your soul is the yardstick by which you measure the world, that's true, but it is also the yardstick by which the world measures you. You don't have to care about the existence outside of this world, but you have to care about how you exist. This is my answer. "
At this time, there was still one person left in the crowd, and he couldn't help but interrupt, "Isn't it boring for a coachman to discuss this kind of thing in the square of the temple? If you have the time, you might as well make a few trips to the shops and earn some money! "
Amon laughed and turned to the person, "Thank you for the reminder, may I ask your name?" The person replied, "I'm Dewey! I just want to remind you that all the knowledge people have is only for the sake of dealing with their own situations.
From your words, you should be a smart person. Instead of thinking about these boring questions, it's better to improve your own situation. " When Parmenides heard someone else take over, he turned to Dewey and said, "From your point of view, the existence of gods is meaningless. People only live in their own perception and situation. For example, if this coachman claims to be a god, if he isn't your god, then he doesn't exist. If he can give you the miracle you want, then he is a god, right? "
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